Chapter 20 Awaken Thee Sleeping Beauty

She opened her eyes to see a hand passing over her face, she quickly grabbed it, and held it while her forcefully snapped back into focus, on Gandalf's face, she breathed in quickly a sigh of relief.

"I must return the favor." Gandalf said and she felt all the pain seep away from her body, and she smiled and forced herself to sit up.

Legolas sat up after the others had been leaning over him, he looked over to see only one person hunched over Dawn he talked quickly to her, and then she fell back to the ground. Legolas ran to her and slid her into his arms, looking quickly at Gandalf's face, and then he smiled and got up while he carried her to Arod. But her horse pushed through first and he seated himself upon her. He didn't listen to Gandalf's explanation of what had just happened, he looked intently at the sleeping figure in his arms.

Legolas had never been so furious or depressed in his life. When he had not seen her at the end of the battle. They rode towards Isengard, Gandalf always kept telling him that she was alive and well. He only wanted to see with his own eyes. When he had seen her in the hand's of another man, his fury had been unleashed. He had shot Grima, meaning to hit his neck, but Aragorn stopped him, incidentally he would pay gravely that man for laying a hand upon her body. Aragorn had been worried, this was after all this girl was like his daughter. Seeing her taken captive, seeing her like she was. She was crying and just to touch her body you could feel how icy cold she had been. Aragorn's eyes now turned to Legolas while Gandalf continued to talk to Saruman and then to an ent. But his eyes fell upon how Dawn rested in Legolas's arms, how he looked at her, with such love in his eyes. The whole world seemed to fade when they were together. Legolas was wrapping a blanket around her, Dawn opened one of her eyes, could now feel how cold she was, even with the hot sun beating down upon her, she shook like she lived in Antarctica, what could she say Dawn loved analogies. Dawn made no fights or complaints a Legolas wrapped her in a blanket. He had moved so she sat in a lady like way on the horse, her feet dangling to the right, and she noticed how he held her closely to him, almost like if he just turned away from her in a moment she would disappear. Legolas was tightening the blanket around her, when she took out her hand, and put it on his face, and began to smile him. He let her hand rest their for a moment and then pulled it away from his face, then kissed it, and then kissed her arm, his lips were warm and soft, and she saw that he was about to cry himself, as he leaned into her, he kissed her on the cheek, and said with a tear falling down his face,

"I thought I lost you."

At that moment Dawn took her hand, and slightly pushed his face, so that he kissed her.

"You never could if you tried…"

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She didn't remember much after that, she spent a good deal of time riding with Legolas, lets just say he kissed a lot better than a certain vampire. Then the rest of the time she was either answering someone's questions most of the time it was either Gandalf or Aragorn's. Or sleeping, that spell whatever it was drained her, Gandalf told her, that the spell is usually used to put people into a deep dreamless sleep for days, months, years. He was surprised to learn she had awaken several times and was even able to move by herself. They always kept asking her about her punishment, and she really just mumble. How could she tell them everything Saruman had said, even worse what Wormtongue had done to her? It was then did she feel highly uncomfy in Legolas arms, and the remainder of the journey she slept and rode by herself. During this time, she learned what an ent was. Then was slightly pissed knowing certain things a.) the ent in which she had screamed at with so much fear, was trying to help her, b.) that when she had been first taken captive by Rohans oh so great horsemen, she had been at the precise spot where Merry and Pippin had been. She found a lot more too that pissed her off, such as, the battle of Helm's deep to her great annoyance did she learn Etopal, had actually survived, that Aragorn was still unchosen or so he said he was about Eowyn and Arwen, that no one bothered to get her sword that Elrond had given her from the dead orcs. Among many other things did she learn that if the stupid ents had started an hour earlier, they would have captured her before she went into that damn tower. She spent the majority of time asleep on Silvermane, who she learned had been so faithful to her, and he almost looked like he smiled whenever she came out of her tent. He refused to be tied anywhere but right near Dawn's tent. Legolas now, I mean, she knew well he did care for her, but he had said those things, but still he probably one said them to her, because he did not want their love to be cursed, hold up wait a second, that wasn't a good enough reason. After all he was like a hundred percent behind Arwen and Aragorn, so hey wait a second! She gave him uneasy looks and wasn't so touchy around him anymore. Legolas sensed her discomfort and tried to talk her one night, when she turned abruptly around,

"Legolas, I just….I can't…..understand you?" She said playing with her hands like whenever she got nervous, "why would you says those things to me? I just don't know if you really mean what you say."

She turned quickly around away from him, it was then he grabbed her hand and pressed the Drá§pion, into her hand. He looked quickly at her, she looked towards her tent. He then said,

"I did….I do….I understand." He left and walked quickly away into his own tent. Dawn was left with a knot in her stomach, as she opened her hand to reveal the green glowing Drá§pion, it was now turning purple. After that Dawn was usually pretty quiet either talking to everyone once in a while or falling asleep on Silvermane. They rode back to Edoras. Eowyn stood to greet them. She looked at Dawn like everybody else did, like she was a stupid fragile child. Not the look or the way she wanted them to think about her. She turned her head, away from them, she now wore a beautiful dark blue dress, she reached up to fiddle with her necklace then suddenly realized it wasn't there, she let out a sigh. She stood watching Eowyn model herself in a dress before Dawn.

"Yup, that's the one."

She smiled at Dawn, Dawn didn't feel much like celebrating she walked away as everybody headed for the great hall. Finding it easy to slip out of the city unnoticed, she walked into the stables, and caressed Silvermane, the most faithful of horses, she opened the gate and walked out of the stables he followed her nudging his head against her time to time. She would turn around to stroke him. It wasn't long before she had left Edoras, she was now walking freely in the rolling plains of Rohan, surprised to see how beautiful the landscape really was. She had seated herself under a huge boulder shading her from the sun, watching Silvermane graze on the grass. She sat their for countless hours, taking in the idyllic scenery. It was like she felt someone watching her, she turned and stood. Silvermane watched her uneasily, and trotted towards her. Something moved, she heard it, at least she think it did, she turned around in a circle half expecting someone or thing to be there, or was her head playing tricks on her? Something moved she had heard footsteps, there was no doubt it, she pulled out the dagger that she always kept concealed in her dress. She walked towards Silvermane, then she ran, she heard it move again, she began to run. Something let out an awful ear pitching scream, and jumped on her. She fought and struggled with it, hearing Silvermane rear and come running. He threw down his mighty hooves, the thing moved again. She felt like her voice had left her, as she opened her mouth to scream, she touched Silvermane, it she felt cold, and tried to force herself on Silvermane but at once her fingers were clutching his mane, he was suddenly gone, as she reached out her hands to find him calling for him, his neigh sounded so distant, then it became dark. The dark the darkness she had sat for two years, she heard herself screaming, it was like she was two people one was watching the other scream, looking silently at her, with tears falling down her eyes. She felt the grass beneath her, and began to scream helplessly, if its one thing she hated more than anything it was the dark. The never ending blinding darkness. She was all alone, there were no rolling hills of Rohan stretched before her feet, nor Silvermane's affectionate neigh, there was nothing but the cold pit of perpetuity of the swallowing blackness around her. She cried, for anyone anything, the touch of sunlight on her face, her sisters gentle hug, Legolas soft and comforting hands, Aragorn's fatherly like eyes. Anything but nothing came, there was nothing all her hope left her body, she was dreaming, yes that at all had been a dream. The darkness lifted and she stood before Buffy, she was scolding her,

"Dawn why do you always have to do that?" Buffy said crossing her arms

"Buffy?" Her sister stood right in front of her, her small blonde petite stature like it always had been. Dawn felt her throat lock as she tried to force down the tears, her mouth began to shake as she felt her plummet as she gazed into the hazel eyes that had been the only source of comfort and reassurance for Dawn in her existence.

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I'm evil, that's all I have to say. Sorry updating urgh….so long of a story to many excuses anywho…..evil….evil….evil….am I?